Messiah, joy of every heart,
Thou, thou the King of Glory art!
The Fa­ther’s ev­er­last­ing Son!
Thee it delights Thy Church to own;
For all our hopes on Thee de­pend,
Whose glo­ri­ous mercies ne­ver end.

Bent to redeem a sinful race,
Thou, Lord, with unexampled grace,
Into our lower world didst come,
And stoop to a poor virgin’s womb;
Whom all the heavens could not con­tain,
Our God appeared a child of man!

When Thou hadst rendered up Thy breath,
And dying drawn the sting of death,
Thou didst from earth triumphant rise,
And ope the portals of the skies,
That all who trust in Thee alone
Might follow, and partake Thy throne.

Seated at God’s right hand again,
Thou dost in all His glo­ry reign,
Thou dost, Thy Fa­ther’s image, shine,
In all the attributes di­vine;
And Thou with judg­ment clad shalt come
To seal our ev­er­last­ing doom.

Wherefore we now for mercy pray;
O Sav­ior, take our sins away!
Before Thou as our judge ap­pear,
In dreadful majesty severe,
Appear our advocate with God,
And save the purchase of Thy blood.

Hallow, and make Thy servants meet,
And with Thy saints in glo­ry seat;
Sustain and bless us by Thy sway,
And keep to that tremendous day,
When all Thy church shall chant above,
The new eter­nal song of love.